How many years does it take
To kill a man
With his frantic thoughts?

When you’ve flooded his weary heart
With torrents of praise

When you’ve silenced the world
With the soothing toll of your voice

When you’ve fed every one
Of his hungry delusions
Then you’ve chased them away
With the wild cries of truth

When will he fall
Tragedy stricken
And heavy with grief?

When will this heartbreak
Singe my own flesh
And drain my lungs
In the same savage way?